The air crackled with tension as chaos unfurled around the city. After regaining control of his body, Yuji weaved through the disfigured streets until he found himself in a secluded area. He slowed his pace and scanned his surroundings carefully, looking for any signs of the curse user who’d imprisoned Gojo.

There, he noticed someone leaning against a graffiti-covered wall. A non-sorcerer? They were in bad shape, their breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Yuji narrowed his eyes and approached with caution. “Hey. Are you alright?”